I Claim Your Love

The shackles which bounded Einar eventually thawed. His complete demeanor was that of a brute, savage monster. He could feel blood rushing through the veins of the dragon. Whereas the dragon could not speculate what stood before him, he became a bit wobbly, a bit scared. The black mist surrounding Einar was getting stronger and larger. Einar scowled showing his canines with aggression; he slowly levitated his body and was in front of the dragon in no time. The dragon was in an attacking position, he was ready to fire his mighty flame but even before he could do that the mist clouded the dragon and circled its neck, constricting its supply of air. The dragon choked and whined painfully until he was forced to transform in his human form. Callan could not believe his eyeballs when he registered that the beast who had driven him crazy, attacked a boy brutally and was about to kill him for food or worst for his own amusement, was in fact a boy who must have been around sixteen or seventeen. How ironic was this, the boy in plain sight looked harmless and innocent but his other side was equally demonic and barbaric.

Einar got hold of the boy with his right hand. He was fuming in anger when he choked the boy's jugular.

"How dare you touch him!"

This voice was cold, deathly and certainly different than that of Einar. The hold through the boys neck was getting tighter as the dragon shifter struggled to release himself. The boy showed fear and defeat clearly in his eyes. Einar ascended his claws and with one swift move pulled out the insides of the boys trachea.

To say Callan was scared was an understatement, he was hugely terrified at the moment. Petrified from what he just saw. He had seen nothing like this in his entire existence.

What was it?

A shifter; a beast; a monster; or a supreme entity. Whatever it was, one thing was for sure that this thing saved his life. But was he really safe? Would Callan suffer the same fate as the boy? These thoughts scared him and his heart hammered in his chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of Callan's chest caught the attention of Einar, or what was supposed to be Einar.

He turned his gaze to Callan. He was transfixed at him. On the other hand all Callan could see was an entity approaching him without touching the ground. But somehow Callan was mesmerized with its aura; he awed the being in front of him. He felt safe. While Einar had a look of content and admiration on his face. He lowered himself and was fingertips away from Callan's lips and brushed his mouth momentarily.

The very next moment Einar was thrown back at a considerable distance in the air. He took a flight and crashed to a nearby tree trunk landing in bushes. Callan could not help but notice that it was the same power that sent Einar flying, the only difference being that the power was stronger and more magnetic.

It was the Alpha.

Ragnar shielded Callan and was in a defensive stance, whereas the other members of the pack watched the scenario unfold from a distance. When Einar woke up from the ground, he was himself. He was disoriented but quickly composed himself. He could see his father standing in front of the boy whereas a few pack members including some warriors had shock and fear written all over them. And all of them were watching Einar with horror.

"Are you okay son?" The Alpha inquired.

"I..I'm fine father. A bit dizzy though." Ragnar signaled his pack members to come and do their job. The warriors kept a safe distance from the Alpha's son when they were carrying the corpse. While a few of them attended Garrick and rushed him to the Alpha house.

"Hello son." Justus was calm but concern reflected his eyes.

"I'm going to pick you up now. It might pain a bit. Just hang on tight." Justus took a deep breath and lifted his son off the ground. The very slightest movement caused Callan great discomfort. He painfully groaned for every movement his father made. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tightly. He was in tears. This was not going too well with Einar who for some reason felt very uncomfortable with every sound of pain Callan was making. He suppressed his urge for growling countless times. Even his wolf was whining within him.

"I need to go for a run father. My wolf needs out, I will be back as soon as possible. Please take care of Garrick." His father nodded curtly. Einar took one last glance at the pained look of Callan before he turned and paced away into the safer part of the woods.

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beds juxtaposed at a handful of distance. Garrick and Callan's parents were besides their boys while the healers were treating the young lads. Though Garrick was in a grave danger than Callan, the situation would soon change because of Garrick's healing power as a wolf. But on the other hand Callan had to endure all the pain for days to come until he is fit to carry

Odile?" Alpha asked the petite woman with curls who was checking Garrick

would be fine Alpha. Its Callan

you mean by that? Please explain

unprecedented. His left foot has been wounded and he has lost a lot of blood, however my concern here is his leg. I fear he might have dislocated his bone

entire room. Mary was in tears the entire

everything you can Odile, but make sure the boy is healthy and

try my best

need to discuss some urgent matters with you.

Alpha and his men left the room, leaving behind the boys and the ladies. Lady Odile was the head healer of the entire

He wanted his friend.

please inform Aurora about the situation." Callan requested the

her way as we speak. She went to collect some herbs for

since his birth. Children of Callan's age were really not interested to be friends with him. Therefore he sought solace in Aurora and confided in her. She had a pleasing and charming personality. When Justus told him that they were

at Callan. He then moved on the other side of the room where his friend was sleeping. Callan wanted to thank Einar for saving his life, but he did not know how

name from Callan sent shivers through Einar's body, he was confused but equally delighted

"I'm all ears."

been you

piqued, he raised his eyebrows

As a matter of fact I thought your other form

he could see fear in their eyes, they were avoiding him like a plague. Like he would burst at any moment or harm anyone. But not Callan. He was happy that Callan liked him; his

Why?

Thank you." Callan extended his hand in appreciation for Einar to shake. Einar was in two minds, he looked straight at the hand of Callan and then into his eyes. He was happy, he had a grin on his face

"Cally....."

a frown when a beautiful lady with long black hair entered the room when he was just about to touch the boy. She was wearing a blue long gown with wristlets and even her adornments were unique. She quickly put aside the pots she was carrying and went over to Callan and embraced him,

thing again. Fighting a dragon on your own! What were you thinking!" She playfully smacked Callan's arm.

some mixture of radish, bishop wort, wormwood, crop leek and Garlick. You just have to apply to your wounds and your pain would be

you are near."